Chapter 1: Photograph

   Richie closed the fridge door with his feet and opened his bottle of beer. He bottomed it up, drinking half of it and began stumbling back to the couch. He was definitely drunk. Trying to drink enough to take himself out of reality. He was halfway there when he lost his balance and fell. Catching himself on a table, he lifted himself back to his feet. A picture fell off the table.
"Shit," he muttered as he sat the beer down and bent over to pick up the broken frame and glass.
He picked up the frame and the photo fell out face up. He looked at it and froze for a moment. He finally unfroze and gently picked it up.
"Oh Ava, I'm a mess," he shook his head.
 Ava was his daughter. His only daughter. But she was in custody with her mother who had just left him and filed for a divorce. Richie loved his daughter, more than anything in the world.
 Reality flooded into his mind. His dad was on his death bed. The woman he loved filing for divorce and taking his only daughter with her, A new world tour with his band was coming up. He couldn't stand it. He grabbed his beer, drunk the last bit, and sat it back down. He then walked to the fridge and got another beer. He closed the door with his hand. He looked at the fridge and glanced down to the photo. He grabbed a magnet and hung her picture on the door of the fridge. Then he cleaned up all the broken glass and threw himself down on the couch. After about 30 minutes he passed out.

  Ava unlocked the front door of her father's house with the key he had given her before she left with her mom. He had it made with her favorite color, pink, and put it on a necklace. She slowly and quietly entered the house. When she got  inside she quietly sat her stuff down and started silently cleaning up. The last thing she did was walk up to her dad and get his beer from him. She carefully slid  the beer bottle from his hands and threw it away. She went up to her room, got a blanket and a pillow, then went back downstairs. She carefully lifted his head and slid the pillow under it. Then she slid the cover over him. She raked her fingers through his hair and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
 "Love you papa," she whispered.
 She went and picked up her stuff and took them in her room. Then she remembered she left her cell phone on the counter in the kitchen. She went back into the kitchen. She picked up her phone and on the way back to her room she spotted the picture on the fridge. It was of her and her dad. She gently ran her fingers over the picture. It was taken before all this drama between her parents started. When he was happy. When she was happy. A tear rolled down her cheek and she walked to her room with her phone in her hand.